Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-02-06

aff,cad as writing on the sea Slnd Is eHaceu
Inv the rising tide, for the next thought
that swept over her mind-she was Dorn
for hetler things to be, ~ her mother said,
a Mrs. Windmiiler.
So faithful, 50 kind, so gentle, Joe had
avnr been 10 her. and 10 every one else 80
;naccsssible. so hard and cold. Then agush
of warm. true feeling poured through lei
veins. anb she cried out:
Joe! joel"
The night was SO still that he heard her,
and stopped. She ran along the drive 10
yard him: and he came walking back
NOT fast. not eagerly, rs if expecting great
tbinps-but firmly calmly, ready TO &C
cent what she was willing to siVe.
If he had run and thrown himself at her
feet perhaps she might then have accepted
him: but when he anne trudging back so
composedly. a revulsion took place in her
| feelings. and when they met she did not
unite know why she had recalled hlm,
| what she wished to say. So she stood still,
bent her head and muttered:
"Tm sorry | called. / only wanted to
sav one thing; whether | leave RiugwOOd
or whether | stay, you will let me some
times come up the steps and go over the
thev-her heart became soft again for a
moment, and tears were in her voice.
~ mean, Joe, the dear old mill"
as that alp" he asked. YES, so long
rs | am there you can always visit it; but
he, if he sets foot upon the ladder, I'll fling
him down"
"You are not angry with me?" She
looked up into his eyes, furtively. She was
playing with him, and yet she was half in
earnest. She liked him, but she laughed
at him-her elephant.
ANGRY with you?' he asked. mo,
Trip, never. ] have borne with much from
you already. ! have borne with you this
evening. but | am not angry-only, Trip,
so, so sorry"
1--WE shall remain friends"
always yOur friend, but not your
friends friend
And, wherever I may be, you will think
of me?"
II never do other than think of you
think of you with such a pain and anguish
in my heart that it is like some deadly dis
ease which has taken hold of me and is
consuming me-"
lie spoke with averted head. He could
not trust himself to meet her eyes.
SIS that all you have got to say" he
aske, that you may still come and see the
mill That"-his voice quivered-"you
may some day drive up TO the steps in your
grand carriage, with your coachman and
fOotmen in l~iverieS, and your brass mount
ed harness, and that you may get out of
your carriage, dressed in pink silk, with
gloves and rings, grand as the greatest
lady, and so so, with your parasol over
your face, and hat, and feathers-so, so,
may come up and honor the poOr-as you
celled him Once-dull Joe Miller"
Oh, foolish, unhappy Joe. Why did you
speak in these terms? Why did you call
up such a picture before the vain girls
minds eye, and spoil your only chance OF
winning her, Just as her heart was yield
ing?
Yet it was well, perhaps, that he did
thus unconsciOuSly thrust her from him.
They were not a pair, the elephant and the
fire ballOOnl
Yes" she said, that is all, Joe, that
| had to ask. l called you back for moth
ing I'll se.'
Without n farewell he turned and walk
ed away; the same steady, heavy tread, i'll
the same way with his head bent down, |
and with his hands joined behind his back.
As he walked away she still stood watch
ing him, and again did the same regret
make itself felt at her heart. Her bosom
heaved, her eyes filled, her breath came
quick, and her fingers plucked at the fringe
nf hpr nrptty liuht uOun |
lie was IA dear old fcllOw-Old-he was
but young i'll years, though old in thought
and feeling. Yes, she did like him. How
void it he if she were tranSplanted TO an.
other part OF England, and thrown among
entire strangers? How alone she would
leel How she would long for the wise
head the truSty heart of Joel And now,
dimly, she began to see that he had been
a better friend 10 her than her mother.
Her mother was urging her to sail on a
wholly unknown SEA, whereas she knew
all about RingwOOd Joe. She knew how
deep, how still, how stormlcss was the Pa
ciiic ocean uf his heart; and what did she
know Of the character, Of the temper, OF
the principles of Mr.. Beaufort? Then snC
recalled ,I0c's words about her future with
him. What if that forecast should prove
true: What ii after all her mothers ef-
forts, and her own ambitious hopes, the
end aimed at should prUxt n delusiOn? She
did not in the least care tor Mr.. IcafUrt. |
He flattered her vanity, but he had not
touched her heart. lie had laid hold OF
her by the worst fibrcs of her nature,
whereas Joe held her by the few fine, sub
tie, good ones.
Then she cried out again, "JOe! joe"
Perhaps he was too far AVA TO hear her
voice. lie did not turn. He was further
now than he had been when first called and
brought back.
She waited for him to halt in his walk
She waited in vain. Then she felt in her
pocket; by some caprice she had slipped
for no reason hat she could give the
whistle into il, he had made for her some
years ago. She put it TO her lips and whiS-
tick; whistled loudly, shIilly, with all the
strength of her breath.
Then she paused, and, holding the whis-
tie, waited. She waited in vain. Joe
walked OH. He did not stop, he did not
hesitate in his walk.
He knew her mood better than she knew
herself. lie had heard her call, he had
heard the whistle. aud he walked OH.
Then the tears that had risen 10 her eyes |
became tears of mortified vanity, rs they
dropped from her lashes. She stamped her
little foot on the gravel, and tossed her head.
lie did not really love her, if would not
return when she called. Wa she not
worth the trouble of retracing a few steps?
Apparently he thought not. There were
othSS who valued her higher.
At that very moment Mr.. Beaufort was
beside her.
Miss Redfern," he said, Il hehrd your
whistle, and the trusty canary has flown
to your finger. | IN here. Your mother
has heen asking for You, and | offered TO
20 in quest. May | flatter myself that the
whistle was to call me-"
She said nothing. She might be giddy,
hut was not capable Of a lie.
This is a fine park, -" said Mr.. Beaufort,
'hut you should see mine in Gloucester
shire This IL small nina rnVara tbr.a |